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Detectives. Well, I did want to explain why this particular recording's being done
in twenty nineteen, and it's for our New Year's week where I am taking
a break from recording, and all the other episodes being run are just previously
podcast episodes. The reason we're doing this one here today with me actually recording
is I downloaded the episode and I noticed that it was only twenty nine minutes
long, and I thought, that doesn't leave a whole lot of time for
commentary on this series. And there wasn't any. There was like a little
snippet of theme music and that was all. So, yeah, apparently this
went out without any commentary on it, and we, you know, for
whatever reason, hadn't corrected it. Well, I particularly enjoyed this episode,
so I decided I wanted to go ahead and record some commentary for it.
But I'm recording it before the vacation week, you know, so I'm not
defeating my purpose or you know, really going to work aholic extremes on this.
So we're going to bring you an episode of the Adventures of Philip Marlowe.
The original air date is December the twenty sixth of nineteen forty eight,
and the tititle is the Old Acquaintance. When it started, a Girl's wedding
in New Year's Eve were only six hours away, and I didn't think the
bride to be would make either one of them. But that was before I
ran up against the slut machine operator, the escaped convict, and above all,
the Old Acquaintance. From the pen of Raymond Chandler, outstanding author of
crime fiction, comes his most famous character as CBS presents The Adventures of Philip
Marlowe, and now with Gerald Moore starred as Philip Marlowe, we bring you
tonight's exciting story, The Old Acquaintance. At six o'clock in the last evening
of the year, I was sitting with my feet up on my office desk,
thinking of impossible New Year's resolutions and what the girl on my Butcher's nineteen
forty nine calendar wouldow would not be wearing. But at that pleasant point there
was a soft, almost apologetic knock on my office door. I said,
come in, and saw a quiet man in quiet clothes who extended a quiet
hand. He introduced himself as Paul Riker, a Beverly Hills insurance broken But
the tremor in his voice said, very worried client, which our New Year's
Eve was something I could do without. Mister Marlowe, You've got to find
Nancy Marshall for me, just for a springboard. Mister Riker, who is
Nancy Marshall. She's my fiance that we were to be married at my place
in Beverly Hills tonight a New year'sz Yes, you see, it was at
the New Year's Eve party a year ago that we met for the first time.
When'd you last hear from her? Two hours ago? She called and
said that she was in terrible trouble, that nobody, especially the police,
could help her. Well, the wedding was off. I see, you're
sure it's not just a matter off. You're being left at the order another
man. Oh no, no, I'm certain that's not it. Now,
please, mister Mallow, will you help me? Mister Riker, you New
Year's Eve means wedding bells, but to me it's something else, specifically a
cozy little apartment I will show boulevard with a very nice girl and a couple
of chilled bottles of sham. What is it, miss Smallow? What's wrong?
Somebody outside right? Get away my door, whether through those shots through
the frosted blast my office door. Wasn't interested in checking up on his marksmanship,
because by the time I got to my feet, he was taking the
stairs of the street. When I got outside, I was just in time
to see him pile into a pickup truck and raw off. The best I
could do was get a face full of exhaust fumes and the last three numbers
on his license plate, which read seven to one one. When I got
back to a riker and the glass on my office floor, I found the
potential groom whiter, shakier, and less quiet than at our first meeting,
Smallow, did you get a Do you know who it was? Oh?
I don't. Now relax a minute, Ryker and think who could possibly object
to you and Nancy getting married? But that's just stick. This is nobody
I know of, mister Marlow, and I'm positive that the same is true
of Nancy. All right, now tell me where does Nancy live? In?
A villa fourteen twenty eight North Havenhurst Drive at number twelve. But I've
already been there and she's gone. Were you inside? No? No,
the door was locked. But mister Mallow, I thought you had specific plans
for this evening. I do. But the way things stack up right now,
they've got a better chance of keeping the Nancy Marshall. Now look,
go back to your place in Beverly Hill, stay away from frosted glass windows,
and will you hear from me? We're real lucky, mister Riker.
It's still might turn out to be a happy New Year. When Ryker left
the office, I call lieutenanty Barra at police headquarters. After being told that
it would take at least a half hour to get my kind of lead out
of the seven eleven I had on a pickup truck's license, I headed for
Nancy's villa on North Havenhurst, where it took me ten minutes to outsmart the
catch on the back door. Inside, except for a carelessly overturned box of
old snapshots, which meant nothing to me. With a lot of half open
drawers and closets, I was no place. And in the kitchen, where
there was a full cup of cold coffee next to an open newspaper, a
set up was almost the same. Not quite, because on the front page
of the paper there was a banner story complete with pictures, that shouted the
news of three men who had broken out of the state penitentiary that morning,
and one of them, a man named Steve Doyle. Had a face that
I had seen only minutes ago, and one of the snap shots in the
overturned box. I grabbed the paper and started back to check with the snapshot
once again for good measure. But the second I stepped into the living room,
I stopped. Hello, I don't believe I know you. Oh.
The voice matched the lady perfectly. She was tall, beautiful brunette about thirty,
wearing a beige, metallic wool jersey that covered more curves than ride on
a roller coaster. But the large monogram day on a purse meant that this
was not the woman who would plan to marry Paul Ryker. I said,
I don't believe I know you. The name is Arthur Murray. You're late
for your rumble lesson? Oh never mind, the joke's right, boy,
it's a waste of your time. Aunt mine. All right, then we'll
play it very straight. The name is Philip Marlow. I'm a private detective
and I'm working for a very worried man. Now you what's your connection with
Nancy Marshall. I'm just, shall we say, an old acquaintance. That's
all not enough. I'll prime the pump some more. I was hired to
find Nancy, who seems to be in a lot of trouble and coincidentally in
trouble on the same day that Steve Doyle breaks out of stir Now once more,
exactly where do you fit in? I don't think I'll tell you,
mister Marlow, if you don't mind, well, I oh, pearl handled
huh A very sheet but deadly. Now get in that closet there, Marlow.
Go on, all right, all right, just so we don't go
through the same routine when we meet again, and we will. Who are
you? You don't listen very carefully, Marlow. I've already told you that
I'm an old acquaintance. It's the season for them, remember, Now get
in there and shut up. Nancy. Marshall's pillow was postwar construction at its
worst. Closets included. So I didn't stay tucked away with the mothballs any
longer than it takes to say, old acquaintance. In the minute I kicked
my way out, I went right for the telephone, and my only one
hundred percent bona fide lead the number seven eleven. This liutenant ybar MALOI barra
anything for me on that license number? Oh yeah, if you're sure it
was a pickup track of the channels are pretty good at it either belongs to
a party name Maurice J. Called it at four O nine, South Maine,
or one's your own Grafts thirty two twenty one and a half Melrose Avenue,
Jack, what's up Phil? Anything I might be interested in? It
depends? Have you here of a guy named Steve Doyle? What a last
gang that broke out this morning? The very same matter of fact, he's
probably driving that pickup truck right now, Lucky Bora, I think I know
what I'm doing, So how about letting me run this end of it until
I get stuck. There's a girl named Nancy Marshall mixed up in this and
a delay at this time I cost her life. All right, I'll stay
clear at philed for a while. Good, but just saw you don't get
too care. Let's remember Doyle got out of jail this morning the hard way.
He killed two guards. O fine, go by Marlo. I got
the four on iro in South Maine. I knew that my first choice had
to be wrong because Maurice J. Carl It turned out to be a bankrupt
junkman and his pickup truck, which was loaded with everything including the kitchen sink,
had three flat tires and hadn't moved in a week. So if the
numeral seven to eleven were going to live out to that reputation, Jerome Graf
had to be my man, and that made the time to be careful.
No. Thirty two, twenty one and a half Melrose was a tired cottage
set back about fifty weed covered feet from the sidewalk and from the rusted signs
Jerry Graff mechanic dangling at a crazy angle from a weather beating beam over the
front door. I gathered that the place double is both mister Graff's living quarters
and shop. I didn't see any truck out front, so I decided to
try the alley in the rear before I knocked on any door. It was
then that I noticed for the first time that I was being watched by a
short man with a long face, who was slouched against the nearby a tree
like a marionette with no strings attached. If you're lost, missed up,
maybe I can help you. Maybe I was looking for a pickup truck.
See went around a pickup truck. Now I wonder what that could be well,
it's a small deal, about a half a ton and oh I get
it. Okay, here here's five. Now my question. Jerry Graff owns
a pickup truck. But it ain't here. It's been out since dark.
But Jerry's in. He's working late tonight, working at what came on?
You got your five talk? Okay, it ain't no secret. Jerry's a
nice maid for one armed bandits slot machines? Is that his ragon? Yeah?
He used to be a big boy with him too, but times have
changed. Now he just works on him for other guys. What are the
guys? Oh, mister, I wouldn't answer that for even another five.
I wouldn't stay in business very long if I did. But I'll tell you
one thing for free. In case you're gonna visit Jerry, watch out for
him. He's a very nasty man. Thanks for I can take care of
myself, bust in. What do you want information? Why as you pickup
truck? Grab? Somebody stole it? But he didn't leave his card?
Why what are you a proper dick, that's right, but one that works
close to the laws. So why don't we call all the boys in blue
and tell him all about it? The cops. No, and wait a
minute, I don't like the law pattern around here. Come on in,
I'll tell you what you want to know. Let's not skip any of the
details, huh. Like for example, the name's Steve Doyle. Oil,
I don't know. Well, okay, fellow, you win. The story
goes something like this. I want to try again. Maybe a monkey rental
condition you don't throw in your talk? Come on, say do we play
for the walk? Come on, talk, come on, come on?
All right, so far I know a girl named Nancy Marshall's in some kind
of trouble because Steve Doyle broke out of the pen this morning. Now you
felling up blank? Sure? Sure? Why not? Oh Steve Doyle he
used to be crazy about Nancy, but you didn't go for him. Then
about a year ago a little more, maybe Steve got picked up for knocking
over a grocery store. He figured he was caught because Nancy tipped the lot
to get him out of her hair. Now he's out to get Nancy for
revengers. That out. That's it, And anyone who's close to it and
gets the same treatment, shemmy tell me was Doyle. Here is either one
who's driving a pickup truck. Yeah, but it wasn't my idea. He
shoved a gun in my face, said we were old friends and asked for
the keys. You know where he is now? No, but if I
did, I'd keep it to myself. Doyle's full of hate, brother,
you can count on that. Now, what do you say about Claire?
And out of here? Just as soon as I find out one more thing.
Now, there's another girl mixed up in this. She's a brunette with
a lot of curves. The initial a calls herself an old acquaintance of Nancy's.
Any idea who she is or not? The slave a lia graph?
And if I had time, i'd beat the truth. How do you haven't
believed me? Because if you don't hustle, mister, when you do catch
up with Nancy Marshall, you're going to catch up with a corpse nothing more.
When I got outside, two things stood out of my mind like a
pair of Clete's cornegie hall. First, my client's fiance was not the most
innocent thame in Greater Los Angeles. And second, I wasn't going to get
any place until I could locate the old acquaintance. But then just as I
started for my car, the slough who had sold me the dirty thumbnail sketch
on Jerry Graff came running towards me. Hey, mister, did everything work
out all right? I was called away on some other business. I'd have
been here waiting waiting for what. Well, you know, in my game,
I now and again give a guy a little more dope than he boggained
for, And in that case I sometimes end up with a bonus, so
to speak. All right, now we're about even. But if you can
tell me anything about a beautiful brunette whose first name starts with an A,
I'll give you a bonus. It'll keep you in bearing pretzels from now until
the fourth of July. Name that begins with an A? Yeah, Hey,
she visited with GREF this morning? Maybe, yeah, it's possible.
Come on, thank thank god. She's kind of tall, dresses like a
million bucks. That's right now. What's the name? Yeah? Look,
twenty dollar bill? A name? What is it? It's yeah, I
got it. Adrian Star thirteen twelve, lookout Mountain Row. How do you
know that? It was on the registration card in her car? A cup
peek? Why don't you troubble at grass, I'll take my twenty goodbye.
I beat it up the walk the grass, and when I got inside,
I found exactly what I expected. Doubled up on the floor in the middle
of a lot of oily machine parts, and still holding his stomach with both
hands. It was your own graph, a very dead man. I started
for a telephone to call lieutenanty Barrow, but then I noticed something small and
gold dyeing a few feet away from the body. When I picked it up,
I saw it was an ornamental buckle, the kind of a lady might
wear on a coat. So I decided to skip lieutenanty bar Up at the
time, being called my client instead. Hello, this is Marlow Riker.
Oh, yes, Marlow, what is it? What if you found out
quite a bit? First, I've got to know one thing. Does Nancy
Marshall have a gold belt buckle? Gold belt buckle? Yeah, yes she
does on her black coat. But what about it, Marlow? What does
it mean? I'm I sure, mister Riker, but it may mean that
Nancy Marshall just killed a man. In just a moment, we will return
to the second act of the Adventures of Philip Marlowe, but first. By
this time, a week from tonight, Jack Benny will have made his first
broadcast exclusively on the CBS Network. Starting next Sunday, you'll find Jack here
with Mary Livingston, Phil Harris Rochester, Dennis Day, Don Wilson, and
all the others who have made the Jack Benny Show a regular Sunday evening delight
for millions of Americans. Just for fun, the Jack Benny kind of fun.
Make a New Year's resolution to hear the Jack Benny Show every Sunday,
starting a week from tonight, January second, over these same CBS Network stations.
And now with our star, we returned to the second act of Philip
Marlowe and Tonight's story, The Old Acquaintance. When I told Paul Riker that
the chances were good that his bride to be had just knocked off a slot
machine operator, my client reacted like I kicked him in the stomach. When
he caught his breath again, he started telling me I was wrong and didn't
stop until I hung up on him. Next thing on the agenda, as
I called the lieutenanty Bara, lieutenanty of our hollow again. Lieutenant, Oh,
did you find the owner of that pickup truck. Phil. Yeah,
I founded me Bora. I'm calling him his shop now. I had to
talk with the guy. It was Jerry Grab. What do you mean was
Jerry Grab? Somebody came in here and shot him just after I left.
He's dead. He knew Steve Doyle all right, but I'm pretty sure Doyle
didn't killing me Barra. Oh then who did any idea? Mollo? Well
looks very much like my client's fiance, Saint Nancy Marshall. I still don't
know where she is, how it all fits together, but look, I
gotta lead on an old acquaintance of Nancy's named Adrian Starr. She lives up
on Lookout mountin Road. If you don't hear from me and saying how you
might check number thirteen twelve. That's my next stop. Okay, just be
sure it's not your list stop. I drove up Laurel Canyon to look Out
Mountain. The only sign of life was a young couple park where they could
look down at the city lights if they wanted to. I backed into a
bushy driveway across Adrian Star's bungalow and stopped. Was small, modern and looked
deserted except for one dim light upstairs. I was about to get out and
verify that when a pair of headlights flashed down the road and a yellow convertible
swept to a halt in front of the place. It was Adrian Star who
got out. She started up the wall toward the front door, stopped suddenly,
and then ran back to a car and drove off again. I kept
the yellows in sight when it turned on Havenhurst and stopped in front of Nancy
Marshall's villa. I pulled up in time to see Adrian step inside and close
the door, so I followed her, Marlow, what do you want?
I want to know what Jerry Graff means to you, Adrian. I don't
know any Jerry grafts or it means no. Come on stop it. You
went down away shop to see him this morning. I thought you might like
to know that he's dead. Mm hm. My cops are hungry for anybody
who so much as knew his name. Maybe I better come inside and talk
it over, don't you think? Yeah? Maybe better just a minute?
Thanks, Hey, it's dark. Why don't you turn on more life because
I like it this way? Okay, But honey, if you've still got
that pearl handled pop gun of yours. Let's leave it out of the conversation
and let's make it straight. Why do you drop in on graphs this morning?
Because I knew the tuner or later Steve Doyle would hit there. I
had to know if Stephen tended to leave town or with still determined to get
us crazy revenge and all. Nancy Marshall, huh, you know you're sticking
your neck out quite away. It's just for old time's sake. Baby.
Steve Doyle is a pretty tricky guy to mixed with at this point. Oh,
Steve, Steve Doyle Marlow, private detective. Sit down over there,
Private detective, keep your hands out of your pockets. I don't like you
because you're half cop, but play it smart. You will get hurt.
Well Abyan like hold home week. Huh it's been a long time, Steve,
Yeah, yeah, it sure has. Where's she, Adrian? Where's
Nancy? I don't know, Steve. You're lying to me. This is
her place. He got in with a key. You've been on a seat
graft. You know where she is, all right, so tell me and
tell me listen. Forget it, forget about Nancy. This revenge will only
get you in the guest chamber of Please let's get away. We can still
make it across the border. Please take me with you. I love you,
Steve, just like I always have, even when you throw me over
at it. Just tell me what Nancy is. Come on, Adrian,
stop it. Doyle all right? So I told you to behave. I've
been through a lot, and I'm tired, and I'm running out of time.
You're getting in my hair, and that's bad. I won't shoot him.
I can't afford the noise. I can give me something justice, good
cool girl. Now, Adrian, try again? Where's Nance? Come on?
Where? I couldn't remember where I was how long I've been lying there?
But gradually I got the crazy idea that I was being loved by a
very unhappy crook. Because I was sure that somebody was crying and going through
my pockets at the same time. I tried to open my eyes. All
I could see was a little gold buckle dash back and forth in front of
me. When it finally disappeared all together, I rolled over and to hold
myself up onto my knees, and then it all came rushing back to me.
I had been in Nancy Marshalls Villow with Steve Doyle Aydean Star and they
were gone now, and I was like, I heard a car start outside,
so I got on my feet, made it along the wall of the
door. It was Adrian and she was behind the wheel of my Cooper away
from Where's Doyle? My car is going off to Nancy. I've got to
stop at Marlos to get out of the way. Somehow I managed to jump
back just in time to keep them getting a press job with the tread of
my own fist tires. And it took ten minutes of steady concentration to get
it through my throbbing head that Adrian had actually stolen my car was gone.
Oh the cold air must have helped me, because one thought led to another,
and I finally began to separate the facts from the fancias. I hadn't
dreamed all I thought I had. And when I realized that the whole idea
hit me and hit me hard, I knew that I'd better get out to
look out mountain in a hurry. I made it the sunset, led a
cab and collapsed. Ut what I got Mountain Road. Make it fast?
Two years agen, huh, it's ten bucks. Does that help? It's
important? Oh it helps? Play? I know a great short cut.
No road, it's not yet funished. How are bumps you? Moll won't
matter, pal let's go. When it was over, I felt like I'd
crossed the country on a pogo stick. But the cab driver was a genius,
and with a shortcut we made the distance to look Out mountain. Less
than ten minutes we got near the place. I sent the cab back down
the hill out of danger. Went the rest of the way on foot.
Because I got within sight of Adrian's bungalow. I saw Steve Doyle getting out
of the yellow convertible. I ran up to the house, tried the door
was locked. Fancy where are you to take this? Join a part o
business? Oh wait toil drop that gun stands fail? Okay, show you
won't need that gun anymore. Doyle, just kick it over there out of
the way. Tell y'all get you for this, fella. I doubt it's
Steve. You're all finished which you're too thick headed to see it. And
I guess it's time to relax and wait for Adrian and we call the cops.
Just arrived. Marlow, don't turn around, o kid, Adrian.
Here we are, Marlow, touch your gun back here to me. Come
on now, Steve, stevea you hurd, bad darling. Can you make
it to the car? I'll try it. Got me on the side,
Sorry, darling. Hurry, I'll be with you in a minute. I'll
make it. Okay, Well Marlow, Yeah, okay, Adrian, tell
me one thing first, Marlow. Did Steve get to Nancy? No?
You kill graffing time to shut him up too, So Steve will never know
the truth fully, Adrian could be it was you who crossed him in said
of the prison. You'll never find out, not now, And you'll never
realize how much I love him either. That's why I did it, Marlow,
the only way I could hold him for myself. And I was willing
to wait. Can you understand that? Yeah? I guess I can too.
Bad love like yours has to be wasted on a guy like Steve can
never get away, Honey, up with him. You'll never make it,
maybe not, but if he goes out, at least I'll be with it,
Marlow. And that's the way I'm want. If you're gonna do anything,
Adrian, you better get it over with fast. That siren's a friend
of mine is coming here, coming, Steve. You're good guy, Marlow
and a smart one. Just don't follow us that it's along Marlow, Happy
New year Walla. Follow that collar just plot for here. Who isn't it
Dave Doyle and Adrian Starry Barron. That road makes a horseshoe turn. That'll
bring them out down below us there at that junction. I've got one of
those streets blocked, but the other one's wide open. Bucky Barr. There,
she's stopping at the crossroad. Yeah, they've spotted my men down there.
She's turning around. They're heading out the other way. She must be
crazy, Mollow. They'll never make that curve at that speed. And that's
slowing down, he Barron, she's heading straight for that stone wall. Well,
Steve, that's it. It's all over both jad when the boys got
them killed instantly. By the way, how's your head feeling not any better?
I'm okay, Burrn, you take care on. Nancy marshallaw, Yeah,
she locked herself upstairs, sent her home to Paul Ryker on the squad
car. The driver hurries they can still be married at New Year's Eve.
Ye, how the peg dos Jerry grass kill earlier to night Marlow, What
made you change your mind? When I found a gold buckle near Graf's buddy,
but I thigured it was a fancy little belt buckle that Nancy had dropped.
I saw exactly the same buckle when I was coming to after Doyle hit
me on the head, and it was not a belt. It was on
a shoe. Adrian shoe was the mate of the one i'd found. Once.
You know Adrian Starr killed Graf. You put the rest of it together?
Is that it? Uh huh? See for a price, graph helped
Adrian double cross Steve. She had to kill him to keep him from talking.
She hit Nancy out for the same reason, if she knew that if
Steve ever got the Nancy, he'd learn the truth. I wonder why she
didn't kill Nancy too. I think she intended to heborrow, and she did
it all really because she loved a guy too much. Strange deal, all
right to the end. You know, she didn't have a chance to make
that curve down the other way she was driving, not even if she wanted
to make any borrow. Yeah, well, it's five minutes to midnight.
PHILM Happy New Year, fella. I want to see a lot of you
in nineteen forty nine. Same to you, Lieutenant good night. After he
Borrow and the others left, I stayed up on Lookout moutin and watched the
new year come to Los Angeles. A new year didn't seem to change things
much, at least on the surface. Somewhere down the road, a gang's
truck up olane Zeyn. I thought again of Adrian's time, the girl who
loved not wisely. We called herself an old acquaintance. Yeah, I'll never
forget her. As I walked back to my the city was ringing out the
old and ringing in the NUW. I wish then, in some place on
everybody's list of resolutions, they'd make room for that cup of kindness they were
singing about, And then a guy could say, Happy New Year. I
mean it. The Adventures of Philip Marlowe, created by Raymond Chandler, stars
Gerald Moore and is produced and directed by Norman McDonald. Script is by Meldon
la Robert Mitchell, and Gene Leavitt. Featured in the cast were Gloria Blondell,
Edgar Barrier, David Ellis, Lou Krugman and Stan Waxman. Lieutenant Dubarrow
was played by Jeff Corey. The special music was by Richard Durant. He
sure and be with us again next week. When Philip Barlow says they all
knew he was aboard the yacht when it exploded and sank, and everybody called
his death an accident. Yeah, that is everybody except the Coughs himself.
He said it was murder. An hour of wonderful, delirious comedy is still
to come to you tonight on CBS. You'll soon hear Hollywood's Eve Arden,
starring as the unusual school mistress our Miss Brooks. Later, Lamon Abner will
open the doors of the Jotam down Store in Pine Ridge, Arkansas and let
you stock up on the last And they're never failing supply of wisdom and good
humor. Our Miss Brooks starring Eve Arden is heard at nine point thirty and
Lomitapner at ten o'clock, both Eastern Standard Time over most of these same CBS
network stations. This is Roy Rowin speaking for CBS the Columbia Broadcasting System.
Welcome back. Well, just a fantastic episode, and you know listening to
this because at this point it's you know, where I'm recording this episode.
It's been years since we finished up The Adventures of Philip Marlowe, and it
just reminds me how much I really appreciate, you know, the pacing of
show, the writing, you know, the acting. It just moves,
you know, in such a great way, you know, with all of
these you know, fantastic scenes. And to be honest, this particular episode
was one that I did think about, you know, doing when we were
doing the Listener's Choice countdown where listeners voted for their favorite episodes, but I
opted not to just because you know, it's a holiday episode and you know
it wasn't at the holiday. But the thing with the Adventures of Philip Marlowe
is that they didn't have, you know, a situation where eighty percent of
the episodes were you know, a typical formula. There were so many variations
and when they broke away from that sort of typical Marlowe, you know,
has somebody walk into the office, you know in Los Angeles sort of case
and you get something you know different, you know, a New Year's theme
case, or you had that there was a case where there was a reconconstituted
castle in California, so there really was some creativity with a lot of the
ideas. And I also do appreciate the endings. And I think the ending
of this episode too really does have a nice, you know, not overdone,
but a really good, thought provoking conclusion as people you know, in
nineteen forty eight looking forward towards the new year, and some pretty solid thoughts
well delivered by more and well written. So absolutely enjoyed this episode and was
really glad to be able to. I do want to go ahead and think
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